Standard Imperial Calendar,
The Human Empire, the Tempest Sector, and Planet Nessen 4
Suffering Alliance Headquarters, Scar of Victory
Malakin's private room is not only his rest room, but also his place of meditation.
This place is located inside the Scar of Victory, which is gradually being repaired. The four battle groups participating in the battle have their own garrison areas, in which they can build the buildings or facilities they need.
After wandering in space for so long, the Wailers finally have a "home".
After a long expedition and battle, Malakin also planned to let the Chapter rest for a while and do some things that were not convenient in the ship-based era, such as the transformation of new recruits.
After being pardoned for the expedition, Malakin immediately took charge of the regiment's recruitment work and recruited more than a hundred recruits scattered across several star systems in the Storm Star Territory.
For subsequent transformation, the Lamenters Chapter has established a medical area specifically on the Scar of Victory, which has greatly improved the rough surgical environment in the ship-based era, and can also help recruits achieve a higher success rate.
In addition, the most common thing the Lamenters do is to conduct joint training with the Astral Knights. Although there is a training ground in the Scar of Victory, it is far inferior to the natural training ground of the Astral Knights on the surface of the planet. Therefore, They often conduct joint training with the Astral Knights.
The life of a Space Marine is simple and boring, even for Malakin, the Chapter Master. However, in addition to presiding over the daily affairs of the Chapter, he will also assist Soshyan in handling some alliance affairs.
In fact, the two have become close friends who talk about everything in the past few years.
Even the fact that Soshyan obtained the blueprint of the Abyss-class battleship from the hulk the week before, Malakin was the first in the alliance to know.
Now that data is sitting in a warehouse, waiting for the right buyer.
"It's about time."
Malakin glanced at the time, then took a deep breath.
This room was spacious and airy, far better than his private room on the flagship.
Standing next to his bed was a wooden bookshelf. The old books on it were like his old friends. The familiar feeling and their contents prompted him to read them countless times.
A tattered Baal manuscript lay next to a book of epic poems. Books on philosophy were crowded with words of war, and other less conspicuous books were arranged in categories around it.
The copper incense burner was hung on the wooden rafters, and white smoke was flowing out of it.
Malakin took a deep breath of the mixed fragrance, and then stood up smoothly from the cross-legged meditation posture.
He was meditating a few hours ago. For the Blood Angels, this is a very important daily activity.
At this moment, he was wearing a red robe and a leather belt with a string of rosary beads hanging on the belt. He looked like a complete ascetic.
At this time, the Weeper's second company commander Germaine Juarez appeared at the entrance of the room, wearing vermilion armor.
"Captain Soshyan is here."
Malakin nodded. In fact, before the second company commander appeared, he noticed that Soshyan had arrived outside his room.
"Invite him in."
Juarez nodded, turned and left.
Then, another person entered the room.
The man was tall and wore a gray robe with loose sleeves, so that you could see the knotted muscles on his arms and his ridge-like chest.
In fact, the unarmored Astartes are even more terrifying, because their body proportions are similar to those of ordinary people, but they are so huge that they are almost alien.
There were few decorations on the visitor's robe, except for the emblem of two crossed swords embroidered on the left chest.
But this is enough to show his identity.
Chapter Master of the Astral Knights, Soshyan Alexei.
At the same time Soshyan entered the room, Malakin walked behind the desk, took down a jet black wine bottle and two crystal wine glasses from the wine rack on the wall, easily opened the stopper, and poured the clear corn-colored liquid into the room. Pour into two cups.
"Brother Malaki, you have been doing well lately."
Soshyan was not polite and sat directly on the chair opposite Malakin. He raised the crystal glass to his lips and took a sip, enjoying the wine.
Malakin smiled slightly and also sat on the chair.
"What do you think of this wine?"
“It has a more subtle flavor than the wine I usually drink.”
Soshyan smacked his tongue.
"Beautiful and thick, full of surprising details."
Malakin also took a sip, and then sighed and replied:
"This is a grape I discovered on an unknown world in the Maelstrom Sector. The local indigenous people used it to make the most delicious wine. I learned this technique from them and brewed some myself. Unfortunately, later The world was devastated by that war... and now there is nothing left but desolation."
Soshyan blinked in surprise.
"I never thought you'd be interested in winemaking."
"Oh why?"
Soshyan tilted his head, wondering whether Malakin was joking.
In his impression, the other party was a serious person, but he occasionally told meaningful jokes.
"How should I put it? We are born for war and basically will not get involved in fields that have nothing to do with war."
Malakin nodded and put down his glass.
"You are right, we are good at killing, but what does this have to do with our interests?"
"interest."
Soshyan glanced around the room, his eyes scanning the books.
"I thought your main interest was in old papers."
"That's just part of it. In fact, whether it's art or interest, it's part of our lives."
At this time, Soshyan recalled the fragments of his contact with the mourners, and then nodded.
"Yes, you seem to be more eager in this regard."
"It's not a desire, it's a necessity."
Malakin sighed.
"Every descendant of Sanguinius inherits a certain emotion from the Primarch. It is a blessing for us to be able to experience this emotion, because we can use it in war and art... But this This kind of passion also comes with risks. Sanguinius was perfect, and although we are all born from the template of Sanguinius, we are not perfect. His strong passion may fill a person's soul. , leaving no room for reason... A person cannot easily bear the wrath of a demigod. The gifts we receive are numerous and have their own magical powers, but power and evil always accompany each other. We must also learn to control this emotion And dominate them instead of being dominated by them.”
The Red Thirst and the Black Rage, the curse of the sons of Sanguinius, although these are unspeakable secrets to mortals, for some ancient Space Marine Chapters, these are things recorded in the archives.
These records are also to remind future generations of things to be aware of when working with the Sons of Sanguinius.
"Then what does this have to do with your interests?"
"By learning the details of workmanship, how to apply paint, how to wield a hammer when carving, how to write with a brush, we fight against the beast that lurks within us... We must learn how to live like Sanguinius. In beauty, because to him all beautiful things are very important.”
"I understand, you are imitating the Primarch's lifestyle."
"You could say that."
"Then you must be the person who imitates the most."
Soshiyang raised his glass and smiled:
"To the Eternal Sanguinius."
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